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(If you’re interested in reading what’s come before, Salar excerpts are collected in the Weekend Warriors Snippets category in the sidebar.  Soon I will figure out how to present them in more reader-friendly fashion.)

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Curse of Salar

“I’m sorry about your father,” Mira said, “May Ka’atar assist his passage.”

“I am most grateful for your blessing, my Lord,”  Timon filled his cup and bowed again.  They always spoke formally, even during sex. It amused Mira, and saddened him.  Timon was a hand taller than him, well-muscled for a house servant, lean, with hair the color of desert sand and pale blue eyes.  He had a smooth, attractive face, which was why the premier’s agents picked him; they were always trying to guess who might entrance Mira enough to earn his trust. So far they’d failed, he trusted no one.  He found it easy enough to pretend with Timon and Lashmi, although it pained him to watch them love him and be torn apart by conflicting loyalties.

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Good Almost-News!  An editor has asked for the full manuscript of Touch of Salar, the first in the series.  She said a lot of positive things about the first three chapters, so my hopes are high.  Keep your fingers crossed!

Curse of Salar is an m/m erotic fantasy novella, third in a series set in the world of Salar.  Prince Mira, along with his sister, is the last in the royal line of Jahar, a ruling family of powerful magicians. Mira and Alandra are held as virtual captives in their family’s own palace, kept alive to placate the masses of peasants who are traditional royalists and still believe in the fabled powers of the Jahar. Mira chafes under confinement and dreams of escaping.  Rayn Matisse is a soldier in the rebel army. He has no interest whatsoever in seeing the royals reinstated until he meets Mira and begins to fall under the prince’s magical sway.  Rayn’s people were cursed by the Jahar centuries ago, and though long thought to be a myth, the curse begins to assert its powers once again. As assassination and rebellion upset the false calm of the kingdom, Rayn finds himself torn between love and fear of the young man who possesses an uncanny ability to control him.